[Despite his slightly frantic state at this conversation, Beckett catches on at once. And hell, he doesn't want to talk to Jack. But the trust between him and Angel is a absolute (how can it not be, now she's seen his dream?) and he will follow her judgement. How to convey it...]
Your dad and I are going to have a talk. [There you go. Confirmation masked as threat.] Don't lose heart. But perhaps leave the stabbing to the professionals. We'll be quick about it.
[Because it is still Rhys's body. Somewhere, somewhere inside, there may be something... or he may be just saying it for Angel's sake.]
I think he was
He
I've had these dreams before. During - while everything was falling apart. He'd come to warn me. I think it really was him, at the time, not just my mind. I'd tried
I listened but not enough. I never listened to him as much as I should have. We had our routine. He would prophesize and I would question. A regular two-man comedy act.
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Your dad and I are going to have a talk. [There you go. Confirmation masked as threat.] Don't lose heart. But perhaps leave the stabbing to the professionals. We'll be quick about it.
[Because it is still Rhys's body. Somewhere, somewhere inside, there may be something... or he may be just saying it for Angel's sake.]
I think he was
He
I've had these dreams before. During - while everything was falling apart. He'd come to warn me. I think it really was him, at the time, not just my mind. I'd tried
I listened but not enough. I never listened to him as much as I should have. We had our routine. He would prophesize and I would question. A regular two-man comedy act.